Ember Gun

  Chapter 730 A Good Life

  The sky is very blue, the ground is very green, the breeze is blowing, and the sound of clattering music is heard in the woods. You can see flowers swaying and birds passing by, and they are sailing in groups, sailing far away.

The boy raised his head and stared blankly at all of this. He was held by Watson. The two of them were one after another. The golden sunlight rendered them into dark and hazy silhouettes. The grass and the upturned soil walked to the golden hut among the crisp, insects' chirping.

  His eyes fell, the hut was not too big, it was made of wood and bricks. It was hidden in this dense forest, like a forgotten hunter’s hut.

  Puffs of smoke rose from the chimney, and the windows reflected golden light, making it difficult to see the interior, but the boy vaguely felt someone walking in it. He hurriedly prepared dinner to welcome the dusty guests.

   "I... I seem to remember this."

  The boy muttered, and memory after memory appeared in his mind. He didn't know the true or false of this memory, but it was indeed explaining everything before him.

  Watson smiled slightly, did not say much, just continued to hold the boy's hand and led him to the hut.

  As he approached, the boy remembered more, the psychedelic trance enveloped him, making him a little bit unable to see the reality, and there was a sense of exhaustion in his mind, which made it difficult for him to continue thinking.

   "You said those people, how are they now?"

  Watson let go, with his hands behind his back, stepping on the stones, jumping around like a lively deer.

   "Huh?" The boy was a little panicked. He didn't know what Watson was asking, but the next second, the memory flooded in. He said hesitantly, "Probably...have a good time."

  "The church takes care of food, food, and housing. After I heard that they will become pastors and be respected by others."

Speaking of this, the boy is a little longing. The clergy in Feilengcui will always be the most respected group of people. Before, everyone was still the most despicable beggar on the street. In a flash, they became a pastor who was shining brightly. Such a huge change is very impressive. Isn't it enviable.

   "Sounds pretty good," Watson smiled, and then asked, "Do you regret it? Regret to run out with us."

  The boy did not hesitate, and directly affirmed.

"No regrets."

   "Why? Obviously you are quite used to living now, aren't you?"

  Watson said and laughed, "I am very busy every day. I need to go out hunting and pack my things. It’s not like before. Just follow the situation and go with the priests. You will have a better life."

In her eyes, the boy was not suitable for such a life. He was too fragile and naive. For this reason, Watson was very curious about why he would abandon such a good life and choose to face this unknowable future with them. .

  Hearing this, the boy fell silent.

  It is true that his life would have changed dramatically, but before that decision, he chose another path.

  It was an ordinary day, no different from the past. They ran along the river that passed through the city as always, but on this day, priests in white robes were waiting there and reached out to them.

  Some beggars were tempted by the priest's promise and followed the priests to leave, while others, like boys, did not pull the priest's hand, but chose to leave.

The boy and the Watsons fled to the dense forest of this countryside together, and found the abandoned hut here. It appeared to be left by a hunter. No one had visited here for many years. The windows were broken and the door collapsed. , The wood is covered with green moss.

  They took a long time to clean up this place, and for so many years, for the first time they can be regarded as having a place that can be called home.

  Thinking about it, the boy replied.

   "Because I like everyone, I want to be with you, no matter where you are, if you don't abandon me, I can't abandon you."

Watson smiled, was silent for two seconds, and rubbed the boy's head.

   "Really naive to answer."

  After speaking, she took the boy's hand again and walked to the golden hut together.

  Intoxicating peace and beauty, feeling the softness and warmth in his hands, the boy looked at Watson's back, and there were other things in his mind about to move.

  He faintly felt that when he rejected the priest and fled with Watson, someone was screaming. He was yelling and yelling at himself.

  The unknown existence seems to be cursing himself, saying that he made the wrong choice.

  In fact, the boy also knew this. When he fled with Watson, he realized that he seemed to have been wrong, but unfortunately, no one knew what he had missed.

  Yes, no one knows what they missed.

  This is a curse full of sadness. When the boy was wandering on the street, he had talked about this with a bookstore owner named Oscar Wilde. He was a kind old man with gray hair and old like dead wood.

  He is very kind, even if the boy is a beggar, he treats himself kindly and teaches himself to read. He seems to have maintained that kind smile, but one night, the boy saw the old man crying.

   "You know? My father once gave me a choice."

  The old man wiped his tears and tried to smile.

   "What choice?"

  The boy didn’t understand, he didn’t know why the old man was crying.

  "I inherited this bookstore from my father, but I have always hated books since I was a child. I think these things are boring. Rather than reading books, I am more willing to travel and see the larger world.

  For this, I quarreled with my father, and he gave me a choice, let me choose, either inherit here or leave forever. "

  "What is your choice?"

"Of course I left. I can't restrain my bird that intends to soar in the sky here," the old man smiled. "I have traveled to many places in my life, such as Galunalo, Inverweg, and the Viking countries. …There are my footprints there."

"Unfortunately, one day when I got up, I suddenly felt tired. The mountains that I could easily conquer before kept me there almost forever. I lowered my head and looked at the water surface, but what I saw was an unfamiliar one. The old face.

  I’m getting old...everyone is like that. At that time, I thought, it’s time to go back. "

  The old man sighed and looked at the night full of stars.

"When I came back, my father had become an old man. He didn't say much. It seemed that the quarrel between us had been smoothed by the years. He and I are like close strangers who can do everything for each other. , But usually don’t talk all day long.

  He gave me the care of the bookstore. After a few years, he passed away, and I was the only one left here. "

   Reaching out his hand, the old man gently rubbed the boy's face.

  "I’m out of tune with this place, my child, there are no people I know, nor things I’m familiar with, and the people and things I know have long since passed away in the long journey.

  Time will not wait for anyone, it will only run over every life ruthlessly.

  I stay here, just like living another person’s life, accepting everything that is strange...can you understand this? "

  The boy thought for a while, he realized that if he broke away from all this familiarity, bid farewell to all his friends, and came to an absolutely unfamiliar place...

   "Probably, but I don't want to leave my friends, I want to stay with them."

  The more he thinks, the more frightened he feels.

   "It's like living again, abandoning everything in the past and starting a new life."

"Yes, but not everyone has the courage to start a new life," the old man smiled. "After my father passed away, I was wondering whether to set sail again, even if I would die on the road this time, but I I also felt that when I was young, I was already a **** enough. When I am old, I still have to take some responsibility, at least to open this bookstore."

  "I started to try a new life. It was difficult. At first, I was very painful and at a loss. I was thinking that I must not be able to adapt to this new life. I will die here.

  But soon I became strong and spent many nights trying to adapt.

  Maybe the reason for my old age, I can calm down, how hot I was when I was young, how silent I was when I was old, to pass the boring time, I started reading. "

   "Reading?"

"Yes, reading, since I can't leave here, then just listen to other people's stories, listen to their stories, through the text, go to see those places I haven't touched...Do you know what happened afterwards?" Said mysteriously.

  The boy shook his head, "I don't know."

"Later? Later? I fell in love with reading. I read a lot of books every day, sometimes even staying up all night. I never thought I would become like this. Looking back, I even felt that the people who hated all of this at the beginning weren’t I am just another close stranger.

   Then I found that my desires were hard to fill, I became extremely excited, I felt... I felt I must do something. "

  The old man took a deep breath, tried to calm his emotions, and then spoke slowly.

"I started to write, I wrote the story in my mind, child, that is the happiness I have never felt before. With the beating of the characters, I feel that my mind is also rising and falling. I like this new life. , Although a little lonely, but I think I have found my meaning."

   "This is great!" The boy said happily, "It's a good thing no matter how you hear it."

  This old man just smiled bitterly and said in a melancholy voice.

   "Yes, this is so beautiful, but I am too old, and I am going to die, my child, I have little time left, this kind of beauty is only a momentary moment for me.

  So sometimes I just think, what if I made another choice before? Did I choose to stay? I may not have such a thrilling adventure career, but I think I may know more about my father, I may start reading, I may have devoted myself to creation a long, long time ago..."

  The old man's eyes drooped, like a decayed tree, he sighed.

"No one knows what you missed. What's more sad is that at a certain moment, you realize what you missed, and you start to wonder if you make another choice, you will live the life you desire more. .

  It is sad that all this has been frozen and there is no longer any possibility of recovery. "

  After speaking, the old man looked at the boy and said to him very seriously.

"Make every choice cautiously, and more importantly, don't let yourself regret it. Regret is the most terrifying emotion. It will torture you for the rest of your life, lingering in your ears until you step into it. soil."

  The boy at the time could not understand these words, which was too profound. To him, it was more like an old man’s complaint, but even so, the boy still remembered these words deeply.

  He doesn't want to regret it. Although a good life is tempting, he cannot give up everything now.

  The boy walked out of the memory, Watson pushed open the door, and bursts of fragrance floated from the house.

  The room is not big, even small and pitiful. There is a bunk bed on one side, and bedding on the floor on the other side. It seems that someone will lay the floor here at night.

  The space is small, and all kinds of messy things are stacked together, making the room a little bloated, but the boy likes this, as if he has everything in his hands.

  He sat on the lower bunk bed, so as not to block Watson's actions, she walked to the kitchen, and bursts of laughter came from the white mist.

   "Wait a moment, it's almost done."

  A male voice came from the mist, and the boy could see a tall figure busy in front of the stove, raising the kitchen knife and chopping open the wild vegetables that Watson had dug up.

   "I had a dream at noon today."

  He walked out of the mist, revealing a familiar face. This is an older boy a few years old. He looks mature and steady.

   "What dream? Holmes." the boy asked.

   "A somewhat terrible dream about the dream after we left with the priest."

  Holmos sat next to the boy, busy all afternoon, and now Watson replaced him, he was finally able to take a break.

   "What? Have we become pastors?"

  The boy’s eyes were shining. After all, he was a holy priest. Everyone would have a little expectation whenever he could.

   "Of course, we have not only become priests, but also Templar knights." Holmes said with a smile.

"Wow!"

  The boy yelled, it was a Templar knight. His status was far higher than that of the priest. He was an existence that he didn't even dare to think about. He looked excited, but after realizing that it was just a dream, the boy calmed down again.

  All of this was seen by Holmes, he smiled, and then continued.

   "Power and duty are corresponding. I dreamt that we not only become Templars, but also some...I am not too good to say what it is, anyway, we have become like the papal guardian."

   "The Pope! Guards!" The boy continued to shout, "But how can such a dream be considered bad?"

  Holmos thought for a while, his voice was a bit chilly.

   "Because we saw the real world, fighting against a group of unknowable monsters, it was really a nightmare, there were dead people everywhere, corpses everywhere."

  I got even more excited when I heard the boy’s voice, which reminded him of chasing and fighting in the street.

   "Kill monsters, are we considered heroes?"

   "Of course, we are heroes of course," Holmes smiled, "It's just...being a hero also has a price."

"What's wrong?"

  The boy noticed the change in Holmes' mood and asked in a low voice.

   "It's nothing, being a hero, you will inevitably get hurt..." Holmes looked at Watson busy in the mist, and said helplessly, "I dreamt that Watson and I were both dead, dead by monsters."

The boy was stunned. He looked at Holmes who was smiling, and then at Watson. His eyes were panicked and confused. He wanted to say something, but his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it. After a long intermittent period, he barely made a noise.

   "Then... Then don't be a hero," he murmured, "It's okay to spend a lifetime in this cabin."

  Yes, there is nothing wrong with such a choice. No one will die. Everyone stays here happily and spends a short life.

  The boy deceived himself like this, but suddenly he heard knocks on the door, as if someone was slamming the door, trying to break in from the darkness.

  He looked outside, the setting sun had passed, and the world was plunged into endless darkness, leaving only the light and warmth in the hut.

  (End of this chapter)